It’s time for Part 2!
Now I give you…April through June 2012:
Postpartum amnesia is no joke. Aside from vague memories of a beach trip that I took with friends the first weekend in June, aka Boozefest 2012, where I was sans baby for two tequila-fueled days, I can’t remember much of what happened in those three months. One thing I know for certain is that I am far too old to drink like a college student and have had nary a shot of alcohol since said trip. This mom is strictly a wine drinker.
Another thing I know now is that in addition to losing your mind after you have a baby, you also lose all your hair. My sister-in-law, who also doubles as my stylist, warned me about this while I pregnant and enjoying my luxurious hormone hair. She wasn’t kidding. That extra estrogen left my body and took clumps of my hair with it. Showers became a terrifying, drain clogging ordeal. I went through a LOT of Draino. But just when I thought it was never going to end, it did. So never fear, pregnant friends, or friends who might be going through this fun stage of post-pregnancy, or friends who are entertaining the idea of having a child one day. You won’t end up bald, I promise.
I’m sure you will be shocked to learn that Betty got older during those three months. I even have photos to prove it:
Please note the gradual baldness that was occurring here too. I wasn’t the only one losing all my hair. Noteworthy accomplishments included her radiant first smile, the new-found ability to roll from back to belly, and somewhere around 6 weeks, the first time she slept through the night. And I mean REALLY slept through the night…not just that 5-hour stretch nonsense. We have been incredibly fortunate to have an excellent sleeper from very early on. I had to go back to work at 8 weeks postpartum and was able to function like a normal human being when I got there. If she didn’t sleep through the night, I imagine I wouldn’t have been able to remember my own name.
Also in the month of May, Betty had a health scare. We were in the hospital over the weekend of Mother’s Day to treat a nasty case of cellulitis on her face. It’s a very long story and I don’t particularly like talking about it, but let’s just say that I hope my second Mother’s Day is much better than my first.
So that concludes the amorphous second quarter of my 2012. While July through September were by no means riveting, I at least have a pretty good grasp on things that happened. Stay tuned.